Hinata's voice came through their communication earbuds, calm but urgent. "Something just teleported into the building."
Everyone became even more alert, bodies tensing as they prepared for the confrontation.
The air in the moonlit auditorium grew thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the faint creak of old wooden floors and the distant rustle of leaves outside the windows.
Hearts beat faster, breaths became shallower, and hands tightened around weapons or glowed with ready power. The group spread out instinctively, eyes scanning the shadows, muscles coiled like springs.
This was no longer just reconnaissance — something had arrived, and it was fast.
To them, this monster probably wasn't Jorogumo.
The way it moved — darting, unpredictable, teleporting directly into the building instead of skittering in from the outside — suggested something smarter, more tactical.
Jorogumo was known for brute force and overwhelming numbers of spider children.
